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Running power to the lights on the Mall is a little tricky and very tedious.
The power comes into a Mall section through the crawlspace at the bottom of the section. The crawlspace is designed to hold all the power and control boards, connectors and wires.
On top of the crawlspace is the ground level, usually a set of 16x16 stud plates. However, if there are a lot of pieces requiring power, I sometimes go to 8x16 stud plates to increase the number of gaps used to run the wires. (wires are run in the gaps between the plates.)
The next level is the elevation of the terrain which is built up by laying a series of plates on top of each other. The trick here is to have as much open space between the ground plane and the top most elevation level. You don't want this to be a solid contruction of plates one on top of the other. First, it's expensive to use that many LEGO parts. Second, it gets to be pretty heavy. And third, weaving wires between a lot of stacked plates is *really* hard to do, and dramatically increases the chances that wire will fail (usually by being cut by a plate edge). In this case, at the highest point on the terrain, there are 5 plate layers through which the wires for the Mall lights will need to be run.
The top-most layer is the finished terrain. The objective here is to have the wires come through this layer as close as possible to the pieces requiring the power. Also look to conceal wires by using the bits on top of the terrain: plants, trees, cars, small buildings, whatever might be available.
Notice on the crawlspace there are power connectors at the exterior walls. Each section is wired independently, but to have the entire Mall powered by a single power source, each section has to be able to pass power to adjacent sections. This is done by using magnetic power connectors.
I use Brickstuff products for all my wiring and power. The advantage to me is that late last year Brickstuff introduced a combined power and control system. Using that system I can not only power all the lights in the Mall, but I can control the power to individual lights. This will allow me to turn on lights to buildings separate from turning on Mall lights separate from turning on streetlights, etc. THIS...IS...HUGE! for this project.
Okay, enough boredom for one day. Go...look at other more interesting builds here on Flickr...or better yet, get to building something fantastic yourself.
The Ross Errilly Friary is a medieval Franciscan friary located about a mile to the northwest of Headford, County Galway, Ireland. It is a National Monument of Ireland and among the best-preserved medieval monastic sites in the country. Though usually referred to by locals as "Ross Abbey," this is not technically correct as the community never had an abbot.
The church and bell tower are to the south of a small but well preserved central cloister and domestic buildings are to the north. Amongst these are a kitchen (equipped with an oven and a water tank for live fish), a bake house, and a refectory or dining area. The dormitories are on the upper levels. One unusual feature is a second courtyard or cloister, built to accommodate the friary's growing population.
Like many other abandoned Christian sites in Ireland, Ross Errilly has continued to be used as a burial ground by area residents. In addition to tombs that date from the friary's active period, many graves dating from the 18th through 20th centuries can be found inside the church walls. In some cases, tombstones comprise the floors of walkways and crawlspaces.
I'm incredibly excited about the upcoming release of The Dead Die Twice! This book will tell the tales of twenty abandoned cemeteries I've discovered all over Nova Scotia. From west of me in Digby County to east on Cape Breton island, ranging from children's stones in a crawlspace to isolated family plots found deep in the forest. After a decade of self-publishing, this is my very first "official" release – courtesy of the venerable Nimbus Publishing. Two long years have passed since I signed a contract with them, and it's such a thrill to have all that hard work finally seeing the light of day. Release date is set for March 28, 2023.
As a poor and often desperate working artist, struggling to make it for fifteen years now, I can't tell you how grateful I am for this opportunity! There's no containing how much it'll mean to finally have something sitting on every bookstore shelf in my homeland, and shipping worldwide through sites like Amazon. I've self-published books for years – and will continue to do so – but it severely limits availability and increases cost. The buying public likes low prices and free shipping, two things an individual author can't possibly manage. If this release is successful, I sense a lot of good to come. If it fails, well, I'm used to that rugged old road. I'll never give up no matter what! You've gotta hold fast.
This is the poster shot for my SHIPtember entry. Biography and data is included below.
Imsari Mar -ak Wvelest "Dreadnought"-class Starcrawler
The Imsari are a people of the stars. Their worlds have no atmospheres and significant gravity, making the vast beyond seem so much closer yet so much harder to reach. As a musical, magic-believing society, the beings were utterly astonished when a "hum star" landed on their isolated homeworld, and offered them the first opportunity for exploring the stars.
To the civilized galaxy-spanning government that discovered them, the natives were uncouth, uncivilized, ritual-chanting aboriginals. Such was the only message ever to leave this scout vessel, before it was systematically attacked and overrun by the "uncivilized" natives. Presented with technologies beyond their comprehension, they resorted to magic and music to decipher the secrets of the vehicle.
Within 200 years, the species was at a modern-age equivalent and manufacturing its own starships. Eventually, they took to the sky and achieved warp, the only technology they could not directly replicate from the vessel they commandeered. Although they could travel faster than light, the speed was much slower than conventional FTL travel, requiring a time of nearly three months to travel the 341 parsecs that distanced their most extreme colony planet from their homeworld.
If there is a people in the galaxy that is a symbol of possibility, tenacity, and victory, it is the Imsari. In little over 500 years, this culture first encountered space travel and replicated it for themselves, colonizing 5 star systems, and setting up a black-market commerce with the lead inhabitant population of the galaxy. Yet they are also a master of disguises and trickery, and no being has ever claimed to know the mysterious aliens' true identity. The only clue of their whereabouts, lifestyle, and culture lies in a hastily encoded message sent from a scout ship lost to time nearly half a millennium ago...
Data:
Length (real): 112.5 studs
Length (fictitious): 450 meters
Conversion rate: 1 stud = 4 meters
Weight: ~6.5 lbs
Purpose: Colony Defense and Transportation
Make: Dreadnought-class Starcrawler
Model: Mar -ak Wvelest #17
(Translation: Instrument of the Celestials, 17th produced)
Defense: 14 anti-vehicular turrets with 100° pan and 120° incline. Shielded docking/landing bay.
Offense: Quadruple "Metal-slicer" anti-establishment cannon on bow + "Death Ray" ionization beam emitter on bow.
Thrust: Triple fusion-reaction engines astern of the reactor core.
Central Power: Large, bulbous reactor core (studded).
Maneuverability: Minimal atmospheric maneuverability using 2 port and 2 starboard fins; these are also used to transform light into energy. In space, small guidance rockets are used.
Communications: Twin signal-boosting full-frequency-spectrum regulators and four individually-aligned satellite receivers.
Capacity: 4500 passengers; 800 crew and military personnel. One squadron (12 units) of starfighters; 6 docking tubes for bombers; 4 docking tubes for shuttles; 1 docking clamp for a transport.
Accessibility: 1 port and 1 starboard extensible docking tube, compatible with larger SHIPS such as superfreighters, used for restocking of supplies.
Crawlspace technology: 8 divisional drill focuses and a single governing drill. Can be operated independently of planetary drills.
Control Systems: Forward, ventral bridge control; docking bay control aft of docking bay.
I've begun the detail stage, and I started with the engines, greebling them in full color behind dark bley removable panels. I also added a maintenance tunnel to access the engines from the bridge, not part of the original design, but what is a spaceship without crawlspaces?
.... Serial killing in North America had to start somewhere and here, six feet under a bit of grass in St. James Cemetery in downtown Toronto, is where the first serial killer’s final victims were laid to rest - Here's the tragic story of the Pitezel sisters .... The bodies of the children were buried under the cellar floor.
In a gloomy crawlspace beneath a home at 16 St. Vincent Street near Yonge and College in Toronto, police detective Frank Geyer of Philadelphia pushed his shovel through a patch of soft soil. The stench that burst from the ground was overpowering.
With the help of Alf Cuddy, a detective from Toronto, Geyer continued down further.
“The deeper we dug, the more horrible the odor became” Geyer would later write. “When we reached the depth of three feet, we discovered what appeared to be the bone of the forearm of a human being.”
Both immediately knew what they had found. In a picturesque little two-storey Victorian cottage, the search for the elusive final victims of America’s most notorious serial killer had finally ended .... It was July 15, 1895.
The bodies of Alice and Nellie Pitezel had been placed on top of each other. 13-year-old Alice was the deepest. Her body was on its side, her hands facing west. Nellie, aged 11, was face down, her head pointed south and her dark plaited hair draped across her back.
They were the daughters of Benjamin Pitezel, a close associate of Henry Howard Holmes, or simply H. H. Holmes, swindler and confidence trickster, who is widely considered to be the United States first known serial killer.
His connection to Toronto, Ontario and by extension, the Pitezel sisters, stems from an insurance fraud scam Holmes tried to capitalize on with the girls father, Benjamin Pitezel. In late 1893, Holmes and Pitezel arranged for a $10,000 insurance policy on Pitezel’s life. Their scheme called for a corpse to be acquired and disfigured so that investigators would wrongly believe it to be Pitezel; Holmes would help identify the body and the two would split the ensuing insurance payout. Pitezel’s wife Carrie was made aware of the scam. Instead, Holmes killed Pitezel by knocking him unconscious with chloroform and setting his body on fire. Holmes collected the insurance payout on the basis of the genuine Pitezel corpse. Holmes persuaded Carrie Pitezel that the fraud had been successful and that her husband was still alive but travelling from city to city, so as not to attract suspicion. He also told her that Benjamin Pitezel was desperate to see his children. H.H. Holmes then went on to manipulate Pitezel's unsuspecting wife into allowing Alice and Nellie to be placed in his custody. Carrie Pitezel believed, along with Alice and Nellie, that Holmes would reunite them with their father.
H.H. Holmes travelled through Indiana and Michigan, eventually the devil blew in with the cool October breeze, making his way to Toronto, Ontario with Alice and Nellie. In the meantime, Fidelity Mutual Life Association, the insurance company that had initial suspicions, eventually paid out and appeared to consider the matter closed until October, 1894, when fresh evidence suggested Holmes had indeed committed insurance fraud. Initial concern centered on the insurance fraud, but in examining available evidence the police grew increasingly convinced that the body in the case was indeed that of Benjamin Pitezel. Holmes's fraud & murder spree finally ended when he was arrested in Boston on November 17, 1894, after being tracked there by the private Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Holmes was put on trial for murder, and confessed to 27 murders (in Chicago, Indianapolis and Toronto) and six attempted murders. Holmes later confessed to murdering Alice and Nellie by forcing them into a large trunk and locking them inside. He drilled a hole in the lid of the trunk and put one end of a hose through the hole, attaching the other end to a gas line to asphyxiate the girls. During his trial, Holmes testified how he had locked the girls in a trunk and left for dinner, returning “at his leisure” several hours later to kill them by forcing gas into their prison. Holmes buried their nude bodies in the cellar of his rental house at 16 St. Vincent Street in Toronto. After the grisly discovery of the murdered girls, a distraught Mrs. Pitezel, travelled to Toronto to identify her daughters. The next day great pains were taken to try to minimize the trauma of showing her the remains of her children. Brandy and smelling salts were brought in case she needed to be revived. According to Geyer, the staff at the morgue “had removed the putrid flesh from the skull of Alice; the teeth had been nicely cleaned and the bodies covered in canvas. The hair of both children had been carefully washed and laid on the canvas sheet next to Alice …. In an instant she recognized the teeth and hair as that of her daughter, Alice.” Although Geyer was prepared to wait, Carrie Pitezel agreed to provide testimony at the inquest at police headquarters later that evening. There, she recounted the entire story of her connection with Holmes and identified the bodies in the morgue as her daughters until, in the words of press reporters “she was led to the matron’s room where she became hysterical. Her screams were heard all over the building and continued at intervals until the close of the session.” The remains of Alice and Nellie, were buried in an unmarked grave in St. James Cemetery, one coffin above the other, in a space not far from the cemetery front gates. A mournful cortege comprised of two children's hearses and a closed carriage containing Mrs. Pitezel and Detectives Cuddy and Geyer. The bones of Alice and Nellie Pitezel had found their final resting place.
H.H. Holmes was convicted of the first degree murders of Benjamin, Alice, Nellie, and 8 year old Howard Pitezel, a third child strangled and murdered by Holmes in Indiana. He was hanged on May 7, 1896, in Philadelphia. It was reported that when the executioner had finished all the preliminaries of the hanging, he asked "Ready, Dr. Holmes?" to which Holmes said, "Yes, Don't bungle" The executioner did "bungle" however, because Holmes' neck did not snap immediately - he instead died slowly and painfully of strangulation over the course of about 15 minutes. .... **** Photograph shows approximate site of unmarked Pitezel sisters grave **** Section - Ep.s.
Behind the beat-up brick facade and ancient sign, the Matador is a pure piece of Torontonia. Opened in 1964, this after-hours honky-tonk hot spot was the brainchild of Ann Dunn, a single mother of five who wanted a business that wouldn’t interfere with her main job—child-rearing. Sounds exhausting, but Toronto nightlife is the better for it: 24-hour party people have been hoofing it here for decades (and the owner is now a great-grandmother). The crowd is a fun mix of Stetson-wearing old-timers and younger night owls looking for one last dance (even though the Matador has always been, ahem, alcohol-free). ---Toronto Life
The Matador was destined to be reappropriated by the city, torn down and replaced by a parking lot in 2007 when it finally closed its doors. Torontonians rallied, (Including Michael Ondaatje and members of Blue Rodeo) and the decision was defeated in council.
Bought in the 2010 by Paul McCaughey who will be keeping the Matador’s iconic sign at his new community living space. Plans for the building include a live music venue, a restaurant, a fitness centre, and perhaps a Russian steam room. The space was set to open by the end of 2011, but still remains vacant and under construction (July 2013)
'McCaughey said he’s working to preserve the building’s past.... keeping the signature wall in the ballroom, which carries the signed names of some of North America’s most celebrated country and folk singers who visited the Matador, including Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, K.D. Lang, and Stompin’ Tom Connors. “It’s 45 years of history,” he said, adding that there must be at least a thousand signatures on the wall."" McCaughey is also planning to pay tribute to the building’s original use, a dancehall for soldiers during World War One. Open until 1920, McCaughey said it was likely the last dance soldiers had before going overseas. Recently, he found an old ticket in the crawlspace of the building from one of these dances, which had a chaperon’s name written on it. ~ Annex Gleaner December 29th, 2010
I'm trying my hand (ha!) at more surreal self portraits, what do you think?
Nikon D600 - 50mm f/1.4
Copyright © 2012 Chris Coe
July 23, 2021
Bad storm that dumped lots of water equals a flooded back yard. First time the water has made it to the crawlspace door (and in the crawlspace). Blvd flooded badly at Agave and Memorial flooded as well. Lots of crazy pics out there. Wine Night at Kristen's.
It all started 20-30 years ago when my father began collection beer cans as a teenager. That quickly grew into signs, posters, lights, and other random beer related objects. Once he had my brother and I it came to a halt and everything was packed away into boxes in our crawlspace for the next 20 years.
After quickly filling up one side of the garage with bottles from his mission to taste many different beers, he set out to transform our normal 2 car garage into a beer lovers dream world.
The left wall is consumed with close to 500 different bottles of beer, not one bottle goes on the wall unless he's drank it! The rafters of the garage are filled with cans dating back 20 and 30 years... some even more. Mounted to those same rafters are two 22" flat screen TVs. The right side wall is covered partially with beer steins, glasses, shot glasses, and some very special bottles of beer including a "Thank you for your support" bottle from Budweiser that only distributors received and a Batch19 bottle that was used as promotion but never bottled since. The rest of the right wall and part of the rear wall contain beer signs that date back 20+ years. The remaining portion of the rear wall contains a "BEER ONLY" fridge and a tool bench that doubles as a bar, complete with bar stools. You'll also notice along the wall two bar style high tables and chairs.
The collection continues to grow every day as he finds beers he's never tried before, signs he's never seen before, or things that just catch his eye.
If you have any suggestions on what beer to try, would like to donate something to the Garage Bar, or would simply like to show some love, please leave it in the comments below or message me.
Here's a reworked version of my Mako, using recent LEGO parts to improve the model's accuracy.
•Seats 3-4 figures, including the driver
•Hatches on the sides open
•Working suspension (rubber bands)
•Cannon tilts up/down and rotates
•Interior engine bay door opens to reveal a crawlspace
•Wheels are "locked" so they don't roll when on display, but can still roll by simply pulling them away from the axles a few millimeters.
Notes
•You'll need to print decals for the markings. The two DBley tiles on the nose serve as guides.
•If you'd like the Stud.io file so you can build it, please consider donating a dollar or two so I can buy soup ;_;
Clearing out the crawlspace I came across a few boxes of Lego. Feeling nostalgic I wanted to reassemble the space minifigs I'd collected as a kid (my favorite themed minifigs). Took ages to build them again since all their components (from their gloves to their helmets) were separated in different boxes.
The creepy cult fave "Crawlspace" (1986) hit the Korean VHS shelves courtesy of the Oasis label, which itself developed a cult following in hipster quarters of the peninsula. Features a memorably spooky lullaby score by Pino Donaggio. The subtitle in Hangul reads (roughly) "Apartment of Horror." A common tape released with a lot of fanfare back in the late 80s, it's now fairly scarce.
He lives under the house.
We feed him newspaper clippings.
He revels in stories of Somali pirates.
He eats L. Cohen limb from limb,
The lovesongs of Joan Osborne make him pant.
Republicans work him to a lather.
He is the greatest Son of Democracy.
Afghanistan, American Idol, the same to him.
The discerning receptacle of "institutional learning facilities".
The fawned-over child of the miracle parents.
The passed over pet of the high-rises.
His only obstacle the utility bill.
Why can't he meet his match?
Why can't we?
We will love him only when he has reached the unknown limit of his
unnamed prey.
The contours of his bagged offal full of feathers and tweets.
His moods swing cathedral cantabile.
He thinks Voltaire and Lisbon are an answer to Jeopardy.
He is as affectionate as a baby bat.
His sonar effective everywhere but the basement of wells.
Lucky they are poisoned by the seersucker children of the D.A.R.
It is difficult to spread his wings in such a crawlspace.
Ashy beams. Salty piers.
The termite trails from the prehistory of devotion.
Females unsure of his attentions.
He spooks only children and people.
The house's collapsing weight, all potential.
He is an easy subtenant.
Health care, he don't need no pinche healthcare,
He has his own waste to eat.
And a pretty efficient machine he is.
We whisper "Mynanmar" through the floorboards.
We can hear him prestidigitate in excitement.
He doesn't know what that means, nor do we, but he does it with gusto to our admiration.
His incuriosity in a less enlightened era might have started border wars.
Our borders pervious as salt and tissue.
We are in the Perpetual War.
The canine anticipation of catastrophe and hope.
The insect antennas for love and lost.
The compound eyes of "Deal or No Deal", kneel d'or toe-heel.
Hiroshima on installments.
The seismic travel of desolation up and down his spine.
What a perfect world.
Limbaugh's last hope. Orwell’s petri dish.
The canapes of X, the petit fours of Y,
the antipasti of Z, the last course for some A.
Aperitif, coffee, soup, nuts, it’s all the same to his keepers.
Do not mention the rites of the vomitory during wartime.
Here's a reworked version of my Mako, using recent LEGO parts to improve the model's accuracy.
•Seats 3-4 figures, including the driver
•Hatches on the sides open
•Working suspension (rubber bands)
•Cannon tilts up/down and rotates
•Interior engine bay door opens to reveal a crawlspace
•Wheels are "locked" so they don't roll when on display, but can still roll by simply pulling them away from the axles a few millimeters.
Notes
•You'll need to print decals for the markings. The two DBley tiles on the nose serve as guides.
•Cannon's barrel has been improved, shown middle right.
•If you'd like the Stud.io file so you can build it, please consider donating a dollar or two so I can buy soup ;_;
Don't try to break in or come in without notice... I promise you won't make it very far. ;)
It all started 20-30 years ago when my father began collection beer cans as a teenager. That quickly grew into signs, posters, lights, and other random beer related objects. Once he had my brother and I it came to a halt and everything was packed away into boxes in our crawlspace for the next 20 years.
After quickly filling up one side of the garage with bottles from his mission to taste many different beers, he set out to transform our normal 2 car garage into a beer lovers dream world.
The left wall is consumed with close to 500 different bottles of beer, not one bottle goes on the wall unless he's drank it! The rafters of the garage are filled with cans dating back 20 and 30 years... some even more. Mounted to those same rafters are two 22" flat screen TVs. The right side wall is covered partially with beer steins, glasses, shot glasses, and some very special bottles of beer including a "Thank you for your support" bottle from Budweiser that only distributors received and a Batch19 bottle that was used as promotion but never bottled since. The rest of the right wall and part of the rear wall contain beer signs that date back 20+ years. The remaining portion of the rear wall contains a "BEER ONLY" fridge and a tool bench that doubles as a bar, complete with bar stools. You'll also notice along the wall two bar style high tables and chairs.
The collection continues to grow every day as he finds beers he's never tried before, signs he's never seen before, or things that just catch his eye.
If you have any suggestions on what beer to try, would like to donate something to the Garage Bar, or would simply like to show some love, please leave it in the comments below or message me.
U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Jason Lee pulls himself out of a crawlspace as Senior Airman Joseph Brady tends to equipment during a mission rehearsal in an excess structure here Aug. 26, 2014. The event allowed pararescuemen from the 83rd Expeditionary Rescue Squadron to hone their breaching, clearing, patient care and egress skills. Air Force rescue forces conduct combat search and rescue and personnel recovery operations. Lee, from Richmond, Ky., is an Air National Guardsmen deployed from the 123rd Special Tactics Squadron, Louisville, Ky., and Brady, from Phoenix, Ariz., is deployed from Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, Ariz. The 83rd ERQS partnered with Joint Task Force Trailblazer, U.S. Army 2nd Engineer Brigade, to use the structure prior to its scheduled deconstruction. Task Force Trailblazer is currently demolishing 50-70 wooden structures here each week as part of Operation Enduring Freedom retrograde operations. (U.S. Air Force photo by Maj. Brandon Lingle/Released)
Duke Arcturus sat on the plush sofa in the Granough house and looked up from the hurriedly penned letter from the Breens and studied what had once been the sitting and dining room. He thought, with a bitter smile, that the room hadn't been used properly in decades. He remembered asking Ashley if he had ever taken a meal at the grand table. The boy, after a moment's thought, had answered that he had just once. That conversation had turned to the old witch, who, it seemed, still needed to eat. Good to know, in case their struggles ever stray from dragons to the castle again.
Arcturus had turned the space into an office to manage mountains of neglected paperwork, but these tasks were abandoned, too, when the room was repurposed into barracks and a war room for his small band of men after his injury from the pirate. Now, the manor was nearly empty; everything useful had been carried to the cave in the forest. Efforts to befriend and care for Ashley's dragon were well underway, and the cave was being made habitable for humans—though his grandson had managed well on his own. Once the adults stepped in, the cave was quickly and quietly transformed and stocked with anything and everything they might need to weather the worst storm. It was close to the castle, which was what Arcturus wanted.
What did he want? Not to die to a dragon, certainly, but he could not run either. He flexed his fingers around the letter, the paper crackling softly in his grip. With a sad smile, he realised his choice had been made.
Now, he had to give that choice to his men, friends, and brothers, some of whom he had trained from angry youths. He did not expect them to stay at his side, but when he explained the situation, not one man stood to leave; it seemed their choices had already been made, too.
Twenty villagers had arrived downstairs, staying, or perhaps just claiming to in the hope of looting the grand townhouse, and lied to stay out of trouble. Either way, they were there now, and Duke Granough had to act fast.
He stood, feeling the weight of exhaustion in his bones, and wrote his own letter to the Breens. After sending it off with the guard, he ordered James and George to open the passageway downstairs. There was no point in delaying the journey any longer.
The manor felt colder as he moved through it. Arcturus was the last to descend the stairs, pausing at the landing to frown at the portrait of the witch's father. The grinding stones in the training hall below and the shuffle of feet of guards, peasants, merchants, and children echoed up the stairwell. None had taken the ship to escape the dragons and the witch; their fates now his responsibility. The old duke pushed through the crowded hallway, watching as people grabbed at decorative weapons and the last of the food in the kitchen. With a weary sigh, he slipped into Ashley's bedroom and closed the door behind him.
The room was tidy from when the elf took Ashley on the expedition, a journey Arcturus had agreed to with reluctance. The child had either been thrown into danger or saved by this trip. He took a steadying breath. Ashley could use a sword, but the thought of the boy needing to fight hurt his heart. Lady Darra claimed some skill, but the two of them alone against a horde of beasts seemed hopeless. He pushed the thought away and went to the bed, collecting the plush dragon toy from the pillow, surprised it had been left behind. He carefully took the carved stag and horseshoe from the dresser, bundled them in shirts, and added them to the blanket on the bed, tying the makeshift bag closed.
He wrote a letter to his grandson and heir and hid it away in the crawlspace in the wall that Ashley had found so long ago. With a final look at the room, he gathered the bag and turned away, hoping the boy would find the letter if and when he and Lady Darra returned to the manor. As he left, he found James and George with old Argos waiting for him. Together, they made their way through the passage into the tunnel. Arcturus handed the bag to James, took Argos's lead, scratched the old dog behind the ear, and watched the secret door close. He turned away to begin the long walk through the tunnel to the cave that would be their home until the witch, her faction of guards and pirates, and her dragons were dealt with once and for all.
John Wayne Gacy, Jr., the so-called "Killer Clown," murdered at least 33 boys and young men between 1972 and 1978. All victims were murdered here at his home (long since demolished and rebuilt.) 26 were buried in a crawlspace under the home. Three were buried elsewhere on the property and four were plunged into the Des Plaines River.
Gacy was executed on May 10, 1994.
Interestingly, a month later and at a hotel not far north of here, O. J. Simpson would receive news of his ex-wife's death.
Located at 8213 W. Summerdale Ave.*
*Current address is 8215. The address 8213 has been removed from use.
It all started 20-30 years ago when my father began collection beer cans as a teenager. That quickly grew into signs, posters, lights, and other random beer related objects. Once he had my brother and I it came to a halt and everything was packed away into boxes in our crawlspace for the next 20 years.
After quickly filling up one side of the garage with bottles from his mission to taste many different beers, he set out to transform our normal 2 car garage into a beer lovers dream world.
The left wall is consumed with close to 500 different bottles of beer, not one bottle goes on the wall unless he's drank it! The rafters of the garage are filled with cans dating back 20 and 30 years... some even more. Mounted to those same rafters are two 22" flat screen TVs. The right side wall is covered partially with beer steins, glasses, shot glasses, and some very special bottles of beer including a "Thank you for your support" bottle from Budweiser that only distributors received and a Batch19 bottle that was used as promotion but never bottled since. The rest of the right wall and part of the rear wall contain beer signs that date back 20+ years. The remaining portion of the rear wall contains a "BEER ONLY" fridge and a tool bench that doubles as a bar, complete with bar stools. You'll also notice along the wall two bar style high tables and chairs.
The collection continues to grow every day as he finds beers he's never tried before, signs he's never seen before, or things that just catch his eye.
If you have any suggestions on what beer to try, would like to donate something to the Garage Bar, or would simply like to show some love, please leave it in the comments below or message me.
Abandoned schoolhouse shoot. The head of a doll lays next to a forgotten baby rattle and a discarded Juicy Fruit gum wrapper. My friend and I ran once we realized there was someone living in the crawlspace.
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This is an abandoned vernacular frame house on US 15 near Gela, North Carolina in Granville County. There are two doors, and I wonder if this was a rural duplex at one time. The house is on concrete blocks with a crawl space beneath. It‘s possible that the far right shows an addition to the building. At one time lattice-work extended along the base of the wooden porch where the most rudimentary of steps exist. Tin roof covers the house, and a shed roof of tin shelters the porch, supported by slender, square wooden posts. Judging from the size of the tree growing in front of the steps, the home possibly has been deserted for some time. I liked the November setting and mood.
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A photo receipt put John Wayne Gacy, Jr. behind bars.
In December, 1978, 15-year old Robert Piest was working part-time as a stock boy in Nisson Pharmacy, pictured here (now the Angel Town daycare center, ironically.) John Wayne Gacy, Jr. spoke to Piest about some contracting work he could offer the boy. The two left, and Piest went missing.
The parents complained to the police who eventually pursued the missing person case. Gacy denied having contact with Piest. But one of the detectives following Gacy picked up a photo receipt in Gacy's garbage with Kim Byer's name on it. Kim was a cashier in Nisson Pharmacy who had some photos developed and put the receipt her pocket while wearing Piest's jacket. He had loaned it to her because the pharmacy was cold and then retrieved the jacket before going outside with Gacy. Gacy's previous arrest record and other evidence convinced the police that they had their man, but this was solid proof connecting Gacy with Piest.
A detective told Gacy's lawyer about the receipt. Confronted with this information, Gacy resigned himself to the fact that he had been caught. He began saying goodbye to his friends. Fearing that Gacy would take his life or the lives of others, the police moved in and arrested Gacy. Piest's body was later found in the Des Plaines river. He had been suffocated with paper towels stuffed down his throat. Most of Gacy's victims were buried in the crawlspace under his house.
Gacy was found guilty of 33 murders and sentenced to death. He was executed on May 9, 1994.
Located at 1920 E. Touhy Ave., Des Plaines, IL
Google translation
Another flea market find. No, not from some wannabe antique dealer, but from the crawlspace in which I had to look for the individual pieces. At first I only saw the large box and when it was confirmed that it was Retina accessories, I looked in various moving boxes for what was probably left.
But the most important thing was still there and worth preserving. I was only impressed with the tripod when I noticed that it fits all Retina models with a transport lever at the bottom. From the 1b to the Reflex IV and that's about 13 years of production time. I show it with the 2c, 3S and Reflex III. I also find the note that says nothing like “With best recommendations Kodak Public company” remarkable.
German
Mal wieder einen Flohmarkt Fund. Ne nicht von so einem Möchtegern Antiquitäten Händler, sondern aus der Krabbelkiste in der ich die einzelnen Teile suchen musste. Zuerst habe ich nur den großen Karton gesehen und als sich bestätigte dass es Retina Zubehör war, suchte ich in diversen Umzugskisten nach den vermutlichen Rest. Aber das wichtigste war noch vorhanden und erhaltenswert.
Beeindruckt hat mich das Stativ aber erst als ich bemerkte dass es für alle Retina Modelle mit Transporthebel unten passt. Von der 1b bist zur Reflex IV und das sind ca. 13Jahre Produktion Zeit.
Ich zeige es mit der 2c, 3S und Reflex III.
Bemerkenswert finde ich auch den Zettel auf dem nichts weiter steht wie „Mit besten Empfehlungen Kodak Aktiengesellschaft“.
"LEGO brick found in the crawlspace while construction was in progress".
They really used these bricks as fillers everywhere. I suspect there's a layer beneath all of Billund! (Truth be told, this was Godtfred and Edith's house, after all.)
I know some of you are waiting for "K" but it's been a harrowing couple of weeks, culminating today when my husband and I found out we have rats living in our crawlspace today. I've been sitting on this one for awhile. It's my shadow of course. I'm only 5 feet, so it was kind of fun to see me so tall!
U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Jason Lee pulls himself out of a crawlspace as Senior Airman Joseph Brady tends to equipment during a mission rehearsal in an excess structure here Aug. 26, 2014. The event allowed pararescuemen from the 83rd Expeditionary Rescue Squadron to hone their breaching, clearing, patient care and egress skills. Air Force rescue forces conduct combat search and rescue and personnel recovery operations. Lee, from Richmond, Ky., is an Air National Guardsmen deployed from the 123rd Special Tactics Squadron, Louisville, Ky., and Brady, a native of Phoenix, is deployed from Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, Ariz. The 83rd ERQS partnered with Joint Task Force Trailblazer, U.S. Army 2nd Engineer Brigade, to use the structure prior to its scheduled deconstruction. Task Force Trailblazer is currently demolishing 50-70 wooden structures here each week as part of Operation Enduring Freedom retrograde operations. (U.S. Air Force photo by Maj. Brandon Lingle/Released)
August 22, 2024
Noticed that Janice's kittens moved in to my neighbors crawlspace. Now I have even more cats to trap. ugh! Looks like there are 3, though only 2 popped their heads out. They wont come anywhere near me. Tommy wasn't feeling great so I took him to urgent care. We think it was just full anal glands.